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S1- SENSATION & WONDERX-MEN #0 - Sole Survivor

New York City, New York -- 10 Years Ago

Tens of thousands of voices called out to Charles Xavier’s mind from the city and its chaos -- but the dread and wonder that percolated into his mind from the fading and awestruck below yielded to the psychic tenor permeating the alien vessel.

He felt it first beneath the mansion. When in tune with Cerebro, the X-Men’s pionic amplifier, Xavier is able to read minds and detect mutants the world over. And, it seems, able to catch alien whispers at the edge of space, raised as if in song and yet leadened with grief. He tried to do as he had done before, for countless new X-Men, to extend his mind and swaddle the precocious presence, assuring it that he was a friend. Yet, their spacecraft rebuffed every angle of his psychic approach; allowing thoughts to escape but never intrude… Perhaps he would have better luck reaching out on the inside.

As the invasion of the Dominators raged, the main body of Xavier’s X-Men met the enemy alongside Superman and Wonder Woman, cutting swathes out of their forces in laser bursts of mutant mastery. His students fighting alongside Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. On any other day, it was a dream come true; today, a means to get him in touch with something more.

The alien ship apparated around Charles in a purple crack of smoke and sulfur as Nightcrawler teleported him aboard alongside Wolverine. They were his X-Men, his students, his friends, and he had taken them into the belly of the beast.

The three X-Men stood in one of the open sores in the ship’s armor, exposed to the fading light by S.H.I.E.L.D’s artillery barrage. The hallway before them was moist and pliant underfoot, letting the wheels of Charles’ chair sink into it with a steady squelch. The walls were sheer, brutalist in their design, polished to a reflective sheen.

In them, Xavier’s occipital lobe stitches together the haphazard images of Dominator thought. Callous shadows honed to an edge seemed to jump across the wall, Dominators one and all polluting the mindscape with their foul dreams of conquest. Yet, shimmering in the darkness were splashes of green, in notation that Charles did not understand. His psyche leaped to it, as psychic noise filled him; a song. Xavier’s mind worked, untangling the script before him. No longer strange script, but emerald musical notes. It was low and sad, crooning jazz for an audience of one.

“Professor… Do you feel that?” Nightcrawler asked. Charles’ pupil returned him to the moment. Nightcrawler was a mass of blue fur, at present all standing on its end, “ach… it is like a weight in the air.”

“Feelin’ it too… lil’ like gettin’ a mind blast from Jeannie,” Wolverine reported. He stood fast, with a tension that started in his forearms and radiated up his whole body.

“Could it be the Dominators?”

“Not smelling any ‘nators in this section, Fuzzball...” Wolverine reported. Claws long as lawnmower blades leapt from his fists, “but there’s somethin’ else here. An’ close.”

It was closer than the other X-Men could understand. The music in Charles’ head was overpowering his X-Men’s voices, no longer truly a song but a wail. He pushed against it with a broadcast of his own, not of words, but feelings.

He sent how he felt aboard the Dominator’s ship  -- the weight of their attack in his heart, and the spare hope of finding a kindred spirit in the darkness.

Then, it is his heart the day his marriage unfurled, without any of its circumstance or bitterness, but the loss. The knowledge that he could never look at her the same way again -- the thought that he wouldn’t see her again.

The song in Xavier’s head comes to a halt. There is no language shared between them, but the other makes themselves clear with feelings of their own. The loss of their world, the rust red sand and stones of a home in ruin, their own family dragged away by Dominators. Then, the fury of their vengeance, swimming incorporeal through the decks, the boil of Dominator minds beneath their psi-blasts. And finally, the knowledge that it was too late.

|We come in search of allies,| Xavier thinks, leaning into the other’s feelings, relying on their established psychic rapport to communicate his meaning. |You have lost much, friend.|

|I have lost as your world will lose,| the presence responded, |as countless others will.| The presence was calm as its word entered Charles’ head, flowing in like water, yet steeled and solid against all comers.

|They will be defeated,| Xavier thought, passing his memories from the ground -- Superman in a whirl of color around the ship, his X-Men meeting Dominator forces on the ground with abandon, and Batman’s plane hanging in the sky.

|And they will not stop.| The other’s thought booms in Xavier’s mind. Again Xavier was in the red sands of a place that felt like home, surrounded by droves of his green-skinned countrymen, satisfied with the knowledge the day was won. A smoldering Dominator ship has folded upon itself, lying a broken wreck some miles away from his settlement. But the sky darkens with each new ship leaping into the sky.

|Then we know what must be done.| Xavier’s expression darkened.

“You are needed below, Kurt. Go,” he said to Nightcrawler.

“It’s dangerous, mein freund. X-Men stick together. Perhaps I should-” Xavier only looked at the other X-Man for a second.

Nightcrawler shot straight up.

“Ja, Professor…” Kurt said, eyes glossed over. The air split with a ‘BAMF’ and he was gone.

“Chuck?” Wolverine’s eyes were on him instantly. The angle of his claws cast the sunlight against Charles. “What was that?”

Charles reached out to him, easing Wolverine’s repulsion with his intrusion into Kurt’s mind, massaging his consciousness into acceptance.

“Only what is necessary.” Charles said. Wolverine swayed and nodded dully.

From the wall, the presence in Charles’ mind took corporeal form. It was shaped like a man, sliding through the wall as naturally as a human might breathe. It was several heads taller than Charles or Wolverine, and as green as the Dominator’s blood. It’s head was almost insectoid, but flesh instead of chitin, trailing off into a point at its tip. Two glossed, red eyes stared at Wolverine.

|Your man hungers for violence.| He still does not speak, beaming his thoughts into Charles’ head.

|Is it not useful, in times like these?| Xavier thought. The alien’s acknowledgement of his statement flared in his mind.

|I would know your name, human.| The alien’s gaze shifted to Charles.

|Charles and Logan| Professor Xavier thought, |of Earth.|

|I am called J’onn J’onzz, of Mars.|

“What’s the play, Charlie?” Wolverine was coming around. His eyes and senses passed the martian without recognition.

There was no doubt in Xavier’s mind. Every Dominator he had scanned came up the same. Petulant, warlike animals with no will but to destroy and conquer… And J’onn’s experiences only confirmed it. No Dominators could be allowed to escape. If word of Earth reached their homeworld, it would only be a matter of time until they returned. Then, it was a simple calculus.

“Simple, Logan,” Charles said, “we’re going to exterminate the Dominators.”

Been pretty busy the last few days, between work, a friend's birthday, and the actual mountain of X-Comics I'm trying to get through. Xavier post should happen in the next few days, but then after that I owe @Retired a post.

Really impressed with the IC so far! As usual, you guys are bringing a lot of talent and raw skill to the game. This includes old hands like Bounce proving that he has mastered child characters (and, apparently, mastered fleshy blobs of alien overlord), and relative newcomers like Zoey Boey giving us some quality introspection against a genuinely sweet opening post. Great stuff all around.

Also, I'm working on some guy as a supporting character. If anyone else was cooking up something for him, let me know and I'm sure we could work something out.

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